Hit on* the keyboard and send an update out in the wide void emptiness..
Here's the news wrap-up: I'm back in Riga which also means that I'm still not in Lebanon yet. I do start feeling guilty for all the surprised "hey, you're in Latvia!?" reactions, but don't worry.. it's not you, it's me. Mission "moving out" hard core is completed (for now), moving in took me about two hours, and Saturday afternoon Riga Black balsam shots were crowned by new flatmate's toast "to your new life!" (I swear these were his exact words, not my irksome repetition!) I know it's early to say, but I'm happy to be out of the city center, incredibly lucky to get the chance to live here** and, besides, this place is suspiciously close to the airport. Just saying..
Me and Europe, we now seem to be having a sort of romance that's getting a bit more official. Having our next date quite soon in Brussels, a place that I had somehow succeeded to avoid till now (not that I ever really had to do much effort in this regard). I'm starting to realize on a personal level that all that youth / NGOs / non-formal education / international stuff is not a given, nor a self-evident and self-explanatory thing. (Yep, some bells just ring late.) I've pumped up quite some experience muscles and there is plenty of ways to use them. Have to see where I'll take it from here but I better take it somewhere good.
From stardust to bugs, there is something bothering me. People in general seem to be better at some things and having a bit harder time with others. (Unless you're a smartass like me, thinking you can have it all..) So here's the thing: I can't figure virtual existence out. I mean.. starting from e-mailing habits, talk-almost-for-real tools and all that social networking load, up to newscasts, easily accessible worthy stuff and these characters I for some reason feel the urge to type right now. Honestly, I'm confused, and it keeps on coming back to me as all the nice cyclic troubles one should really not bother about. At this point I would even be ok just to leave it at saying: I suck at this. Plain truth, very simple. I'm ain't all that great (read: easy) with people even in real life so what do I do with a freakin' twitter!? Besides, whenever I/ what I say get captured in time, it creates quite an obvious incompatibility of the me being hell too serious and the me all awkwardly "funny". (If you're still reading this, bravo, you get a virtual cookie from me!) In short.. I feel like this playground works better without me, but then again I can't go back home cause everyone else is hanging out here, so.. I end up being that weird kid staring at everyone from the bench and being clumsy even in doing that. Lovely picture.
So, folks. It's been nice bragging about myself and I'd ask about how you are if there was any hope that the wide void emptiness doesn't swallow such questions. Or the replies.. I'm not sure where exactly the disconnection happens apart from "nobody has time for this, stupid!" (!!)
Please feel free now to go on with your roundabouts while I focus on the exploding mailbox and my old friend study research, which has been forced to volunteer to be my closest companion for the remaining 1,5 months. I'll note a date with my virtual self again to get on your nerves with new fascinating ponderings. Until then: Keep it fresh and juicy!
(Try/remember adding half a slice of lemon into your water glass, it works miracles!)***
P.S. Budapest & CoE training course was truly an awesome experience.
It's all about "the right people".
+ an ear-teaser
*hit on (Slang): To pay unsolicited and usually unwanted sexual attention to: can't go into a bar lately without being hit on. [thefreedictionary.com]
** Madara Peipiņa, you kind of save my life. this time in a very direct and tangible way.
*** now even giving practical advice - awesome, aren't I? don't worry, it's all stolen. © Jānis
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